Odalisque - Chapter 215

She ran away because she couldn’t fight it. She had no other choice. All she could do was run away so far and waited for time to sort it out.

Liv wondered if she had made the wrong choice, if she should have been satisfied being his mistress, content to be his prized possession.

Why did she want to reject that life even in this state?

“Don’t bother to pay, my Lord.”

The faint voice flowed out from between trembling lips. It was a small voice, so wet with sadness that it was almost inaudible if one didn’t listen carefully.

“I don’t need it.”

So what Liv supposed to do now if she couldn’t run away?

“You won’t be able to pay for it anyway.”

The blue eyes darkened, but no spiteful remark came out. Instead, he ducked his head again. This time, Liv didn’t avoid his lips.

A prostitute didn’t put a price on invisible emotions. Therefore, he would not know.

It was foolish, but it couldn’t be helped. Liv didn’t want to beg Demus for love.

***

Liv couldn’t tell how many days had passed. Demus embraced her from time to time until she could hardly recognize the passage of time.

It was just the two of them in the mansion, so they had sexual intercourse freely anywhere. When the parlor floor got dirty, they moved to the next room, and when that room got messy too, they moved to another. Demus never got tired.

In the end, Liv, who couldn’t take it anymore, snapped and pushed him away, but it didn’t work. She even punched him in her sleep because he touched her, but to no avail. Demus, not batting an eye when he was slapped by Liv, looked like a madman as he thrust his hip.

Still, he was also human, and he couldn’t stay awake for days on end.

Liv, laid out like a man who had been beaten to a pulp, blinked slowly. Demus, who had been holding and sucking on her all day, whether she fainted or not, no matter what she said, finally let out an even breath and fell asleep.

Liv glanced over at her side and quietly pushed herself up.

She removed the arm from around her waist and slid down the bed, her legs wobbly. After a few steps, she leaned against the back of a nearby chair and let out a long sigh.

She’d been afraid right after the reunion, not knowing what was going to happen, but the tiredness of her body made her feel nothing. All she’d eaten in days was water, so she was so hungry. If she didn’t eat something, this time she would really collapse.

Sticking together like animals, they didn’t talk much. It was as if they didn’t need to. As if they didn’t know how to speak.

As if the only sounds they could make were gasps and moans.

Liv, who had been leaning against the backrest for a while, looked around. She didn’t know how long they’d been messing around in this bedroom, but there were no objects left unharmed like the other room here. A desk clock that seemed to have stopped ticking was lying by the door.

Finding a robe she could wear, Liv covered herself roughly and stepped out.

After carefully avoiding the sharp shards, she opened the door to reveal a quiet hallway. It was just as chaotic as the room.

Liv forced her wobbly body to move and wandered around the wrecked mansion. As she did so, she realized that the mansion had been completely sealed off. Each of the few windows was securely boarded up. Judging by the looks of it, the front door was in similar condition.

Her wandering steps in search of the kitchen led her to the lobby. It was the first place where she and Demus mingled after entering the mansion.

On the thick carpet, pieces of fabric that had lost their original shape were scattered about.

Liv spotted something peeking out from among the torn garments. Dragging herself over, she reached out and picked it up.

It was a small pistol. She’d only used it once, to get away from Jack, so it still had bullets in it.

With pale complexion, Liv, fiddled with the pistol.

Maybe it was because she’d been clutching it like it was her only lifeline for so long. The shape of the pistol felt all too familiar in her hand.

“You might want to give up on running away.”

Liv’s head snapped around at the sound of a voice behind her.

Demus, naked, stood staring at her. His gaze fell to the pistol in her hand. Liv unconsciously tightened her grip on the pistol.

“If you insist—”

As if he didn’t think it was dangerous, Demus casually walked over to Liv. Then, suddenly, he grabbed Liv’s hand which was still on the gun and pulled it toward him.

Just as he’d done one day, when he’d taught her how to shoot.

“Shoot.”

Liv lifted her shaky gaze to look at Demus.

“There’s only one way for you to escape. You just have to kill me.”

Unlike then, the pistol was loaded. Liv didn’t think Demus was unaware of it, but the way he pointed the muzzle to his abdomen showed no hesitation.

If anything, he even held her hand firmly in place to stop her from trying to release her hand.

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